i stacked them up i stacked them oh so highyou'd swear these pancakes reached the skyi filled them up with everything i could

and sitting on the plate they look divineit helps to know that they are minethe butter's melting into the bacon and it is good

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just looking at it makes me want to crybut not a tear escapes my eyei have a job to do and i will not concede

so i aproach the pancakes with intentknowing that i can not relentthere's one hungry mouth to feed

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i know it can't be good for mebut i can not stop nowthere is no way to justifyignoring pancakes a mile high

----CHORUSthese pancakes are deliciousand i become awarethat i will never have another quite as good as thisthis knowledge is depressingand i am now obsessingmemory of this will haunt me to my dying day----

but i must carry onthis can't be all i'm worththere must be something else for me to sink my life into

perhaps i could just dieperhaps i don't see whyperhaps there isn't anything that's left for me to do

-but there's no way that i am going to take this lying downi won't let deliciousness get to meno i won't let deliciousness get to me